"Yeah, let's check up on it."
"So, did retiring make it any better? Not having to risk your life as much?"
"In such case, allow me the honor of calling upon some assistance for fear of barbarous creatures within this forest." ((Cue obligatory fence of text on supernatural crap.))
He draws his blade, a slim, symmetrical longsword of glass, consisting of a single crystal, multiple ribbons of fabric wrap around it and extend from it, trailing behind it with no regard for gravity. A phantasmagoria of incomprehensible images is visible within it, the past, present and future all distorted beyond recognition, beyond all pertinence and forced upon the precipice of blasphemy against reality itself. Within the ribbons, the fabric rends in and out of the present, connecting to every single other shiv to possess its enchantment, gently rending short-lived trails of magic in its wake. The entire weapon had a strange aura of indescribable nature, this marked the dichotomy which bounded the weapon itself, the weapon was not of glass and cloth but rather, the space-time continuum distorted to such a degree that it manifested in its entirety at one specific location as an elegantly designed and tastefully embellished shiv, the boundary marked not where a weapon was located, but rather where one of the fundamental aspects of the universe itself functions as a weapon.
Plunging it into the ground, he casts a spell. An umbral mass explodes, rending itself into the air in front of Lucinda. The aberration rapidly shifts and distorts into a twisted yet unmistakably humanoid form. It was an abomination, an armoured biomechanical carapace glistens, its texture somewhere between that of steel and leather. Each flexible plate bends and stretches, calibrating its configuration in a cacophony of quiet clicks. A single Eye of Horus inscribed upon the upper half of its head, if it may be called that, glows a radiant white, illuminating the screaming maw that was situated beneath it. The ravenous rift extended around a third of the head’s circumference, filled with large steel teeth, the unsettling protrusions further accentuated by the perfect uniformity of the symmetrical denticulations which seemed to mesh together when closed. An unearthly roar emits from its jaws, saturated with cathartic stoicism, in spite of its unintelligible content, it possesses a near impenetrably thick posh accent. The incomprehensible screeching forces mental images into all who hear it, said visualizations being of substance and class, that of top hats, monocles and extravagant operas. None are sure as to what the creature is vocalizing, yet one matter is undeniably certain: whatever it is, it’s fucking sophisticated.
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